>>979My grandpa was an italian immigrant to argentina. He was a gardener, a waiter, a bricklayer… He worked all day, had a family, and on its free time he build his own house alone with one friend while living on the slums in the meantime. That's the reality of our situation anon, we have to sell our labour, but we can get good at it, be more efficent, learn to be strong in life and not surrender our free time to depression because we have to sacrifice minimum 8 hours a day for the motherfuckers. Don't surrender, even if we might fight all the time, in this board we are all with you in spirit of comradery, we understand what it means to despair at the prospect of being a shitty precarious worker for all life, at least i do, and i pass you all my appreciation, understanding, and the small strength i got spare for you. But we still got to move on, and as workers, we got the privilege of truly understanding and genuinely love the small things in life. For me is when i go out with my cousins and my nephew laughs and plays around, when i take a coffe with my grandpa and he tells me his stories. Something as small as going to the local bar, asking for a drink and reading a novel for me, with time, became a fond memory. At that time i was aspiring to some more intense form of pleasure, maybe i am resignated, but i truly remember that time as peaceful and enjoyable, and at least i dont want to kill myself thanks to those little things. Slowly but surely, as we mature out of this childish state we were born into, we will grow strong and maybe the old great ones, like marx, lenin, mao, fidel… maybe with time we can make them proud in the uncertain future, better late than never, but we got to build the conditions in our life, step by step.
salutations to all the comrades dispairing, i offer my full support and all my spare strenght, even if it is a very little thing!!!!!